Do Better Lyrics by Baby Tate
You can do so much better than him
You can do so much better than him
Why the hell you always go back to him?
Dick can’t be that good
Girl, you better get yourself a rose
Need to leave that man in the past tense
‘Cause he so wack
And he ain’t even got you cryin’ in a Rolls
So, tell me, what you cryin’ for? Oh
Tell me, what you crying for? Oh
I seen you go through so much shit you shouldn’t have to
I even went with you when you got that tattoo
All of the times I seen you break down in the bathroom
Who had your back, boo? I ain’t even gotta ask you
He never been good for you
So many men could do what he couldn’t do
I even know some girls that could do it, too
Think I’m bein’ funny, these bitches havin’ money
He treat you like a dummy
So why the hell you always go back to him?
Dick can’t be that good
Girl, you better get yourself a rose
You need to leave that man in the past tense
‘Cause he so wack
And he ain’t even got you cryin’ in a Rolls
So, tell me, what you cryin’ for? Oh
Tell me, what you crying for? Oh
‘Cause, baby, if he knew better, he would do better
You should be goin’ through better, but you let ’em
Them other bitches could never ’cause you pressure
So, tell me, what you cryin’ for?
Yeah, wipe them tears, wipe them tears, wipe them tears
Been ventin’ ’bout him for the last couple years
So, face your fears, face your fears, face your fears
If he wrong on the first, he better be gone by the fifth
You see the signs, I know, bitch, you ain’t blind, yeah
He keep on playin’ with you
You can’t deny you’ve been wastin’ your time
I know you might be mad, but it’s true
So why the hell you always go back to him?
Dick can’t be that good
Girl, you better get yourself a rose
You need to leave that man in the past tense
‘Cause he so wack
And he ain’t even got you cryin’ in a Rolls
So, tell me, what you cryin’ for? Oh
Tell me, what you crying for? Oh
‘Cause, baby, if he knew better, he would do better
You should be goin’ through better, but you let ’em
Them other bitches could never ’cause you pressure
So, tell me, what you cryin’ for?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, oh, girl
Girl, you better get yourself a rose, get a dildo
Say you lonely, better get yourself a dog, give him big bones
Tell me, what you cryin’ for, cryin’ for, cryin’ for?
Ooh, girl, what you cryin’ for?
